Five years ago this morning I was on the bank of the Watauga in the Valle Crucis park taking photographs of pretty yellow flowers on the river's edge (amazing, huh?). I had my little time of peace for the day. I came back to the office to watch the terrorist attacks unfold. In a moment of worry I called my husband and asked him if he had heard the news. He had. I'll never forget his resolute words that followed:
"Marie, if we stop what we are doing and panic, then They win. Keep doing what you're supposed to be doing."
It was in that spirit I began my day today. With reverence to those whose lives were lost or directly affected by the tragedy, I went down to the river this morning and took photos of the sun breaking through the fog.
And here is that photo I took on the morning of September 11, 2001. My own little tribute, I think.